“I know him now. He’s an old offender. I thought there was something familiar in his appearance. I’ll look after you, my fine fellow.”
He waited till the exchange had been effected, and the young man was on the point of leaving the car.
Then he rose, and, hurrying forward, placed his hand on the young man’s shoulder.
“A word with you, sir,” he said.
“Really, sir, I don’t remember you.”
“Perhaps not. I remember you. Do me the favor to return that bond to the man from whom you obtained it.”
“It is mine. I have paid for it.”
“With counterfeit money.”
“Do you mean to insult me?” demanded Chase; but there was a sudden pallor on his face and a tremor in his voice.
“That will do, Jimmy Neal. I told you I knew you. That is an old trick of yours.”